Jefe: We have many beautiful piñatas for your birthday celebration, each one filled with little surprises!

El Guapo: How many piñatas?

Jefe: Many piñatas, many!

El Guapo: Jefe, would you say I have a plethora of piñatas?

Jefe: A what?

El Guapo: A plethora.

Jefe: Oh yes, El Guapo. You have a plethora.

El Guapo: Jefe, what is a plethora?

Jefe: Why, El Guapo?

El Guapo: Well, you just told me that I had a plethora, and I would just like to know if you know what it means to have a plethora. I would not like to think that someone would tell someone else he has a plethora, and then find out that that person has no idea what it means to have a plethora.

Jefe: El Guapo, I know that I, Jefe, do not have your superior intellect and education, but could it be that once again, you are angry at something else, and are looking to take it out on me?

El Guapo: What? Are gringos falling from the sky?

[Ned falls to the ground]

Jefe: Yes, El Guapo.

Bartender: We don't have no beer, just tequila.

Ned: What's tequila?

Bartender: ...It's like beer...

Dusty: Is it fattening?

Bartender: ...Fat-ten-ing?

Lucky: Not so fast, El Guapo! Or I'll fill you so full of lead that you'll be using your dick for a pencil!